The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-16
BILL NYE AND The COWBOYS.
Why He Apprehends an InOursion Of Old
World Amateurs.

The Effect of the Buffalo Bill Show on the
European Youth-What We May Expect
When B. b. Reopens the Roman Coliseum
The Real and the Ideal Cowboy Contrasted
Last of the Red Man.
The cable news from London would
seem to indicate that the coming year
will witness large hegira of armed
goslings from England who intend to
prosecute the COW gentleman and Dead
wood stage-robbing business Oh our
frontier. 1t Is perhaps unnecessary to
state that Buffalo William, the grace
full and courteous hirsute wonder from
Nebraska, is largely responsible for
this. Wherever he has gone with his
eccentric, dark.red, self-made Indians
and his speckled broncos he has sown
the seeds of discomfort in the grammar
schools and bred open rebellion and
mutiny in the primary department.
Look along the red-hot trail of B.
William and you find the American and
foreign youth turning with undisguised
loathing from his educational pursuits
to immense his legs in q pair of chaper-
ajos, to WELD the brief but singing
quert, to whoop up the red-eyed,
naughty and high-tailed Texan Ma
verick, or shoot large, irregular holes
into the otherwise poorly ventilated
savage.
And what is to be the result of all
thisp l do not ask it in light or flip.
pant manner. but in tone of deepest
solicitude.
Buffalo Bill is encircling the earth
with his Wild West show. Every where
the fever follows his performances.
Wherever he goes high-heeled boots,
larats, tarantula juice and hair rise to
fictitious value. Boys leave the farm
to follow the show away. Picnics lose
their flavor and seem fiat. Climbing q
shag-bark tree to fasten a swing does
not seem so daring feat az 1t used to.
The custard pic vainly beckons to the
young man who is near-sighted and
who wears lavender pantaloons to come
and sit on it. In the rural districts the
watermelon ripens and goes to decay,
and petty larceny everywhere seems
tame, dull and ilabby. No one wants
to steal wealth unless it has gore and
hair on it. Dollars or watermelons
that can be taken without walking over
a corduroy road of dead bodies seem
hardly worth taking.
Already the tide of young and fuzzy
cowboys has set in from the mother
country and an extra detective and
police force haunt the wharf Mt Liver
pool to prevent the exodus of leggy and
pimply young patriots who desire to
roll up their trousers and wade in the
hot, fresh blood of our rapidly disappear
ing red men. Already every steamer
that ploughs the wide waste of booming
moisture which separates us from the
home Of the patient yacht builder. brings
from one to several aspiring young
gentlemen in flannel shirts who pant
to imbrue their hands in the blood of
Old Git-Up-and- Sit-Down.
And so it is likely to continue while
Mr.. Bill is on his wild, whooping,
shrleking and Coliseum storming ca
reer After awhile'it will not be the Brit
ish Isles alone that will contribute to
our languishing frontier cemeteries. but,
saturated with wild desire to snort
across the American plains and pro-
vide themselves with Indian Pocahon-
tases. the youth Of all lands and all
clmes will buy wide. white, soft hats,
fur pantaloons. with lambrequins down
the sides; the low, gruff-voced Ameri-
can revolver, with the dry, hacking
cough; the noisy and voluminous Mex
lean spur and the foundcred mustang,
with one white eye and the gift of APP
pearing to go like cyclone, while
really making mighty poor time.
Then they will invade our Western
borders and there will not be an Indian
apiece for them by next spring.
Already there are not stages enough
to rob unless the mail service should be
expedited this winter, and unless we
can work in the Tantivy or have an
occasional attack on our fox-hunters
BY the Anglo and Clyde built cowboys.
any one can see that we are going to
run short of outdoor sports.
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